slow ride

somewhere somehow
in the shucking of jive for coin
she forgot she writes

preemptive seeds or more on the goodbye girl

seeking solace deep

in her 

your darkest secrets

unburdened 

in the ghosting

her walkabout stirs

gut feelings or no, not this one

je sais

je sais

mais en ce moment

avec lui

avec mon 

coeur douloureux

je veux
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I know 
I know 
but in the moment
with him
with my
heart pained
I want...

making room

In the 1951 one-car garage

My car fits snug

In the split closets in the master bedroom

My meager wardrobe hits wall-to-wall

In my heart

My two fur-girls hold the space

I never filled…

then the leaving

on the eve

of the morrow

of fifty-one

and fifteen years since

we last spoke in tongues

your eyes wide then the leaving

Happy Birthday, Brother

poem for artist & poet John Sokol

I see you

little bits of

your heart

your mind

your soul in the scratch-scratch

sent through the post after

I had the audacity to pay extra for shipping of

your ink and ganache flora

I see what you did there

I see you

in Comfort

in The Shadow of One

your words reach me, yet;

I don’t know you at all